She sat on her bed and looked at a picture of her Mom. Like her, her Mom was a loner. She had no friends either. Had she not been raped, she would not...have had a daughter. Sighing with tears streaming down her cheeks, Petra wondered would they both have been better off if her mother had not been raped. She and her mother never spoke, never really talked. Her mother preferred solitude. She was a constant topic of the teasing she endured growing up. Now she lived in a retirement village in the. I was always an open-minded girl during my school days and even had some kissing experience with some of the boys from my school and from my building but it didn’t get any further to sex. I was always curious about sex and I used to search the internet for it. After my 10th the result came good and I got admission in a good college and I was happy to be there as I made lots of friends and used to hang out with them. I even took part in drama function and from there my life changed.I did my role. But here she was. She had just enjoyed being fucked by two men. And she seemed to be falling in love with both of them. They were very gentle, passionate, kind and thoughtful. They were just the kind of guys you would take home to your parents.Her body was too tired from the passion and lust fest on the beach. She lay down on the bed just the way she had entered the room and slid into deep slumber. She dreamt only of the two guys who had lusted on her all morning.She didn’t realize how long she. Without having to think about it, I knew I had more access to Alex's body than was ordinarily the case. A guy in gym was bragging one day about having caught a glimpse of his older sister's "snatch" (a word I never cared for) and I remember disapproving of his leering description and of the snickering reaction of his listeners.I was as perpetually horny as any other adolescent male, and I was both appreciative of and aroused by the large areas of skin Alex casually revealed to me more and more.